Listen everybody, I'm going to sing a song
It won't be dirty, and it won't be long
When you want some whiskey, right off the *stove*
Go over, and see Miss Stella Gold
The gals from the alley, slipping all around
Telling everybody, they're leaving town
I got a yellow gal, and a brown named Mame
But the best I've ever had, was the old Crow Jane
Met a funny fellow, he didn't like girls
Painted his face, and with his hair all curls
I'm staying with a woman, about fifty‑two
I thought she was too old, I'm telling you
